Can you sense the ambling dead?
Hear the thoughts they shed?
Feel the horrid void in their stead?
Still they're drawing air, stride bereft of care
and walk amongst a world that they fail to dread
Increments of joy - between the sun and soil
What is the secret still unshared?

Are we the ones who bled?
Are we the things unsaid?
Are we the stoic remnants of time?
Are we the empty field?
Are we the truth unsealed?
Are we the secrets unto the night?
Are we the ritual and the rite?

Can you feel the urging light break through a ceaseless fight?
Cursors that draw you near to an end
Not of a world to fear, nor of a parting dear
To an existence that you knew was near.
Increments of joy - between the sun and soil
What is the secret still unshared?

Are we the ones who bled?
Are we the things unsaid?
Are we the stoic remnants of time?
Are we the empty field?
Are we the truth unsealed?
Are we the secrets unto the night?
Are we the ritual and the rite?

Another clue to steal
another truth revealed
Sisters and brothers lost in the night"